"Zhuang... don't let him shout..." Zhao Douan struggled to his feet.
At this moment, Zhuang Xiaocheng had lost the silk bindings and regained his mobility. Although there was still a hairpin piercing his back, Yun Xi had aimed to capture him alive and had avoided the heart. Now, with his eyes wide open, he was about to shout.
"Bang!" Zhang Han smashed him with the sword hilt. "Better behave yourself!"
Zhuang Xiaocheng's vision went dark, and he decisively fainted.
"That was close... almost got outwitted by this old dog, good thing you had a trump card hidden on you." Haitang, with a terrified expression, glanced at Zhao Douan, not too surprised.
In her opinion, this guy dared to come out of the palace to capture people; he must have obtained some protective treasure from His Majesty.
